What I Wish I’d Known When I Was Twenty-Two
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Journey To The Valley
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One of Kendrick's best friends from business school has been staying with us for the past week, and so this weekend we figured we'd show him one of our favorite places (definitely in Northern California, and very possibly in the world). Mill Valley is the town that I visited with Morgan way back when I was about three months pregnant, and we ate pasta on a sunny terrace, and on the drive back of the bridge to Morgan's place I called Kendrick and told him that I was totally on board with him looking for a job in the Bay Area. I think what I said is "We have to live in Mill Valley one day."
As it turned out, we have neither the five trillion dollars (in cash, plz and thanks) required to purchase property in Marin, nor the desire to have Kendrick spend four hours a day commuting to and from the South Bay. Love it for a day trip (and for some maybe-way-in-the-future-post-lottery-winning fantastizing), though.
The Learn Button
Ikea gets me every time.
Every. Freaking. Time.
It's my own fault, you know, because despite my history with the place I totally get cocky, all "What? Like I can't survive a solo trip to a maze-like warehouse located fifty minutes away on a traffic-filled freeway with two children under the age of four?
Fairies At The Faire
Alright, we're officially Ren Faire people.
If we hear about one, we are going.
This particular Renaissance Faire - held in downtown San Jose for one weekend only - we heard about last summer from a guy who came to fix the cabinet in our rental (and who called me 'milady' and actually bowed to me when he left). We considered going, and then realized that would mean wandering around a hot, dusty field one week prior to my due date and thought...eh. Mayhap (see what I did there?!) not the best idea.
The Post I Wish I’d Read Before Having My Second Child
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Six weeks after my daughter was born, an email landed in my inbox that sounded like it had come from the inside of my own head. A reader, J, wrote to me that she was pregnant with her second baby, and that she was excited, of course...but also scared. Scared of how her life was going to change - rewind from the calm of the toddler era to the madness of the infant period - and scared that her relationship with her first baby would be...not lost, but dimmed somehow. Pushed aside.
Her email was such a relief to me to receive, because I understood it completely. I had struggled so much with these fears myself and experienced such enormous guilt about them that...I guess it just helped to know that others felt exactly as I did.
